As I approach the front door yonder.
“However will this day I squander?”
Is the thought that comes to me.
A product of the others wasted,
All gone by with nothing tasted
But the hours and minutes basted
Pursuing vain security.
Each empty day portends a ‘morrow
Doomed to end in bitter sorrow
For the time that I did borrow
With no return provided me.
Days that end in anguished night
In a tunnel with no distant light,
Just regret for adding to the blight
That dims life’s brilliant tapestry.
All labor of my mind and hand
Sold to the world’s delusive plan
That stole this sinful, careless man
From all that he was meant to be.
O world, why do I seek thy favor,
Denying that which I most savor,
Not to taste the sweetest flavor
Of the life God planned for me?
But as I, this day, traverse the door,
My God, my Father, I implore...
Let me not waste just one day more
Walking with my back to Thee.
Recast my life Thy perfect way.
Rule all I think and do and say.
Thy will be done through me each day.
From now until eternity.
Joseph Weilenbeck 1996
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